Piser And Pigott

In a house in Hanbury Street, located in the heart of Whitechapel, was heard last Saturday at six in the morning cries of alarm. The voices came from the backyard and were those of a man. Neighbors rushed to the windows thinking that there was a fire. The spectacle that awaited them was different. In a corner of the backyard was lying amid a sea of blood the corpse of a woman with her head almost completely severed from the trunk, her abdomen was opened and the intestines laying on the ground. She was on her side and had the clothes rolled up at the waist. It was the fourth woman killed and destroyed in exactly the same way in a very short space of time in that quarter of London. The last victim had been found dead five days before just a few yards away from where the fourth corpse was discovered.

Police Investigations.

The London Police immediately began moving. The way in which the death had been made, the dismemberment of the corpse, the place and time of the crime, and the loose life that had been led by the woman, revealed that the new murder was the work of the same hand as the previous three. In addition, certificates of physicians who recognized the body, and they were the same ones who had recognized the wounds in the other three victims, it appeared that the criminal was to be a butcher. If the new crime was a clue, it might shed light on the mystery that enveloped the personality of the individual who the people of London call the murderer of women. The woman, recently murdered was named Annie Chapman. She was the wife of a veterinarian who recently died and who lived separately from her. Her husband gave her a pension of twenty five dollars a week, which was not enough for Annie Chapman, a woman fond of drinking and licentiousness. The findings by the police show that at five o'clock in the morning Annie Chapman was drinking with a man in a tavern and that just before six in the morning her corpse was found horribly broken. The criminal had therefore little more than half an hour to bring the woman into the backyard where he used to sleep, or to surprise in order to kill, to maul her corpse and disappear without anyone having seen him, or had heard nothing despite being a time when people of the house are usually awake and standing up, and that some of the neighbors had opened the window of their rooms facing the backyard. But who is this terrible criminal who kills for the mere desire to kill, because his victims are generally poor, and who displays in the commission of his crimes to the cunning art of outwitting the police so amazingly? On this point the English justice is still as dark as before.

The track of the crime.

The only evidence that there is is as follows: A piece of paper that reads the letterhead of the Essex Regiment. This piece of paper was found underneath the dead body of Annie Chapman. This evidence is linked to the fact that the victim was sleeping on Saturday with a soldier. But nobody saw this with Chapman the night of the crime, and besides the two lovers had no marital disputes. The man was drinking with the victim minutes before the crime. But as people who were in the pub were half drunk, no one noticed the man, and the indications they give are vague and contradictory. Two false rings worn by the victim had disappeared. The fact that a few nights before the crime a strange man of Jewish type had slept two to three times on the stairs of the house. He spoke with an accent and a voice so strange that witnesses made reference to the claim that they could recognize him among a thousand people because of the voice. They did not see his face because of the darkness of the stairs.
Finally, the voice of the people designated as the author of this and other crimes to a mysterious man, whom everyone has heard about in the neighborhood of Whitechapel, and whose name alone inspires the deepest terror. He is known by the nickname of Leather Apron. But no two people describe him the same way, although there are many who say that you would recognize if they are present. On the life and deeds of Leather Apron little is known outside several times he has threatened to kill loose women of the lowest class. It is said that the murderer had written with chalk on the wall of the backyard the following sentence: Number 4. Just 16 more kills. The crowd showed the greatest eagerness to see the sign. But this does not exist or has existed. Police had acknowledged the backyards and walkways to the scene immediately. The murderer, after killing Chapman, must have climbed over the fence separating the yard of the next house, the second step to a backyard garden and then finally came out into the street through the door of a house three numbers further away from the crime. He left in his wake a trail of blood that reached the second backyard. There he took off his jacket and twisted and hit the wall with it to avoid dripping blood. In the garden, he grabbed a paper, cleaned his hands and then threw it into a ball. The paper is soaked with blood.

Assumptions and theories.

While the police will refine these facts, by making inquiries at prisons right and left, dominates the public consciousness in the minds of the authorities and the press the conviction that the author of the four recent crimes is a madman. The scientists support the theory that no man in his right mind could match the cunning, strength and skill that takes a madman into certain phases of homicidal mania that often manifests itself on the outside and other things in life look peaceful than in sane men. The authorities have passed a circular to all the asylums of London and its vicinity asking for the whereabouts of those with homicidal mania that may have escaped or have been released.

The people of London - Surveillance Committees.

Throughout the day, on Sunday and Monday, a huge crowd invaded Hanbury Street and other streets near the crime scene and the police station. The circulation was interrupted, despite the efforts of the police. The crowds of people waved tumultuously whenever they passed any detachment of agents with some new prisoner related to the crime. The agitation reached a climax when word got out that Leather Apron had fallen into the hands of justice. The crowd wanted to kill the person who took the life of the unfortunate, and then he turned out to be an innocent shoemaker. In Whitechapel and other areas of London there have been neighborhood meetings to constitute vigilance committees against the mysterious criminal and amounts to subscribe to in order to offer a reward for the discovery or capture of the murderer. In the backyard where the crime was committed, the authorities have sent some boxes to be placed in order to avoid nasty vulgar curiosity to go see the bloodstains. In the house leading to the backyard is a strong detachment of police does not let anybody but the neighbors pass.

A prison.

Among the thirty or forty prisons is a unique calling of attention. On Sunday night a secret police agent was in a saloon in West Street and saw a man who seemed suspicious and had a bandaged hand: Finally, he decided to arrest him. Examining the wound in his hand, it turned out that it was a tremendous bite. The man who was called Pigott was dressed regularly and was about fifty-two years old: said that walking on Saturday at dawn by Brick Lane, one of the alleys of Whitechapel, he came to the aid of a woman who had an accident but the woman hit him, and, irritated, he hit her and then ran away when seeing the police approaching. Pigott had when he was arrested a bundle in his hand. Within the bag he had two shirts stained with blood. His clothes were also splattered with blood from head to toe. Finally, the doctor of the police station found on his boots the signs of blood. They immediately called several people who claimed to know Leather Apron, but all of them said that that was not Leather Apron. After spending several hours in jail, Pigott began to say strange things that led him to the infirmary of Whitechapel, where he continues to be under the supervision of the police and doctors, who may be dealing with a madman.

The Withdrawal of the Spanish.

A man in the London newspapers says they are Spanish or of Spanish origin and that leads to the eyelet tape that the description must be that of Charles III, was presented Tuesday to the police stating that on the morning of the crime and on the same street where it was committed, he saw two men fighting with a woman. The person to whom we refer added that he would recognize any of the two men if submitted to them. Then the police caught a certain Piser, arrested two days earlier on suspicion, and together with another 20 persons gathered at random in the street, presented the torch of the complaint. This source designated Piser as one of the men who were fighting with a woman in the early hours of Saturday in Hanbury Street. Piser denies this fact. His landlady has been contacted and she has not found any blood-stained objects. Despite this, Piser continues to be a prisoner and is very secure.

Source: El Imparcial, 15 September, 1888, No. 7657

In a house in Hanbury Street, located in the heart of Whitechapel, was
heard last Saturday at six in the morning cries of alarm. The voices
came from the backyard and were those of a man. Neighbors rushed to the
windows thinking that there was a fire. The spectacle that awaited them
was different. In a corner of the backyard was lying amid a sea of
blood the corpse of a woman with her head almost completely severed
from the trunk, her abdomen was opened and the intestines laying on the
ground. She was on her side and had the clothes rolled up at the waist.
It was the fourth woman killed and destroyed in exactly the same way in
a very short space of time in that quarter of London. The last victim
had been found dead five days before just a few yards away from where
the fourth corpse was discovered.
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Saranya,

Why did you repeat the first paragraph from the first article found at the top of this thread?

Piggotts, also known as St Mark's Village, is a small township in St
George's Parish, Antigua. It is located in the north of the island, to
the east of the capital, St. John's, and five miles from VC Bird
International Airport.

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